Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story

Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story

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Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story

Director

Jake Kasdan

Runtime

96 minutes

Cast

David Krumholtz

Gag-a-second spoofs are without
question the hardest comedic subgenre to pull off, because there's precious
little holding them together beyond a raggedy collection of referential jokes
and lowbrow silliness. Even those considered masters of the genre—Mel
Brooks with Young Frankenstein and Blazing Saddles, the Zucker-Abrahams-Zucker team with Airplane!—have suffered innumerable low
moments, and the recent spate of Scary/Date/Epic Movie parodies are about as bad as comedy gets. Though they
teamed up many times on the beloved TV shows Freaks And Geeks and Undeclared, writer Judd Apatow and director
Jake Kasdan are a little out of their comfort zone on Walk Hard: The Dewey
Cox Story, an
uneven riff on musician biopics like Ray and Walk The Line. Apatow and Kasdan are skilled at
getting the most out of gifted ensembles, but there's a world of difference between
the sweet, character-based comedy of Apatow's The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Knocked Up, and the vaudevillian wackiness of Walk
Hard.

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Fortunately, they're blessed by
having John C. Reilly, an endlessly nimble and endearing performer, to lead the
film through its rough patches. Reilly plays Dewey Cox, a Johnny Cash/Ray
Charles hybrid who found music on an Alabama farm after a tragedy robbed him of
a brother and his sense of smell. When his family gives him the boot, Dewey
runs off with his sweetheart (Kristen Wiig) and tries to make it as a musician,
all while siring the dozen or so children he'll go on to neglect. Before long,
Dewey's irrepressible genius finds the right ears—here, the trio of
Hasidic Jews who run the entertainment industry—and he rockets up the
charts in short order. But fame comes at a heavy price, as Dewey indulges in a
buffet of vices from which only a June Carter-like tour mate (Jenna Fischer)
can save him.

The filmmakers have cleverly
conceived Dewey as a musical chameleon of Bob Dylan-esque proportions, capable
of adapting his sound to suit any number of trends, including folk,
psychedelic, disco, the Beatles in their Maharishi days, and, funniest of all,
a Brian Wilson phase that incorporates every sound known to man on a single song.
And the fake hits are mostly inspired, especially "Duet," which is loaded with
entendre-filled lines like "In my dreams, you're blowing me… some kisses." With
a cast loaded with ringers from The Office, 30 Rock, Saturday Night Live, and other Apatow productions, Walk Hard offers a quantity of laughs that
few comedies could match, yet it's likely to leave viewers vaguely unsatisfied,
particularly when the closing minutes completely run out of steam. That's the
danger of spoofs: You're only as good as your last laugh.